Ice Skate - Boot Camp Clik

But you don’t hold no weight

This is how we do around here

I know, you don’t like me, I don’t like you

You wanna fight me?

Well fuck it, let’s fight, duke

I’m 1/5th of the Fab, I’m 1/8th of the great

I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state

Smack clown niggas, back down niggas

In the front yappin or the background niggas

B-u-c-k is that town, nigga

R-u-c-k, the fact’s found, nigga

So listen as the god body rap

I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap

Yo, recognize the name

Sean Price, recognize my game

Critics, rip em down like thunderpound

Makin niggas wonder how

That nigga Buckshot still around

Knowin you pop the most shit

While I pop that Cris and that Mo shit

I get scoliosis cause I ain’t straight

Till I see every one of my niggas rise

Don’t say shit to Buck, I solidify

Come on guy, recognize and correct

Anybody disrespect I’ma show you parts of your body you never met

Let’s start with your heart, then next let’s visit your butt

I’m good with the arts, kickin my part

Like done deal, signed and sealed

The contract on your life is a mill

What the deal

I don’t know baby, maybe it’s the dog in me That got me runnin around, markin my territory

Don’t try to stop me now cause I’m ahead of the pack

Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that

You say you love me when you know you hate me See me on the screen and try to date me But I play the streets cause that’s where the cake be Because I’m D-o-g you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney

Screw me?

Screw you

Who me?

Who you?

I do me, you do you

Respect the General, I’m too true to the game

You new in the game

Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans

Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends

We all VIP’s, peep my ass in your dreams

So my company better have my currency

Been actin funny currently

Y’all might react gallantly

Don’t like the fact that programmers can’t stand us We too military, record labels can’t handle us Press click cameras, we click-click-click hammers, brah

Get slick, we sic the animals

Far from amateurs, we professionals

Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional

This industry two-way like bi-sexual

BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you

You can ice-skate, meaning bounce and breeze

Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees

Fuck fatigue, we white t’s, cut the sleeves

You gotta love it how we (?) with ease

Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor'

You niggas ain’t raw, you poor, this is what you can’t afford

To keep dissin Buck thinkin I’m soft

Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers

I ain’t never say pause

Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend

I leave bodies where I lay this pen

And next time I gotta say this again

I’ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun’ll spray

Now gone and play

Bust on you, baby, for everything

Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything

No doubt, Ruck is the best

My kids think I’m such a success

They don’t know a motherfucka’s a mess

I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun

With a pocket full of rocks and 1's

Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips

When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street

Yo